My hometown of Norman, Oklahoma is to meteorologists what Mecca is to Muslims.
The worshipped shrines around here are orb-covered radar towers. But the spirit behind it all comes from the sky.
With such a weird winter (an unprecedented five snow falls) coming to a close, there is anticipation among the diehard storm chasers that this tornado season (one of Oklahoma’s two seasons, the other one being football season) will bring a bumper crop of F3s and F4s.
Now, while we love our storms, even we don’t want too many F5s, because they might hurt someone, are way to messy, and clog our local TV airways with incessant warnings and announcements of “inflow”, “Gitner” and “Val, Val, where are ya’ Val?” Besides, they cause us to miss Seinfeld re-runs.
Anyway, the season starts next week. Hang on.
(BTW, pic above taken at Westheimer Airport on Wednesday night when a cold front moved through.)
